I was sitting on those really long couches… not long lengthwise but leg-wise… like beach chairs but this was an actual couch which was built into a verandah and it could easily take 50 Daron-size humans.

I hope they have built these chairs for those protestors protesting at the airport in Bangkok. Seriously, there are not enough seats for the passengers that go through that airport!

It’s my favorite day of the week. THURSDAY. I think it’s my favorite because I don’t have any appointments on Thursdays this whole semester. It won’t be long till I am jobless, again. How does it feel being jobless? I freak out at times when I think too much about it. Being jobless would be an opportune time for me to revisit my piano skills. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to play pieces that I WANT to play (I won’t play the Hallelujah Chorus unless someone pays me for every single note written on that music). Here are some music which I really REALLY miss playing

Debussy’s La Cathedrale Engloutie, Preludes 1 No. 10

Chopin’s Etude Opus 10 #4

My mom thinks I won’t even bother playing the piano when I am finally home but I’ll try to prove her wrong :P

I've been coming to the office with this thought in mind: "My replacement is already here, why do I still need to come?"

I graduated and started this job the very next day. I had four days to learn how to be the "New Clara" - she was the person whom I replaced. There is still about a month to go before I officially resign, but my replacement is already here, getting a feel of how things are run.

I'm being selfish today. I don't think it's fair. I would rather go back to Malaysia now and enjoy Christmas in Tamparuli. Then again, there's that voice that keeps telling me that I should stay here till my contract is over... for the money.

Money. People would do anything for money. They have good and bad intentions. I don't know what my intentions are.

Working here is interesting. You get to memorize names and be the ultimate stalker (I scared an American girl after I started naming all the new students who came in August), you get to learn the different types of Education system (who knew that in DR Congo, if you scored higher than 50% in the state examination [equivalent to GCE] your name will appear in the newspapers and your whole family will be feasting. Besides all these, throw in a bit of office gossip and conspiracy.

Okay I should stop, I sound jiwangCORNY

I'm going to Muak Lek in a while with Renie the hot decorator. He needs styrofoam and I need spaghetti sauce and drink for tonight's party!

Just found out that Airasia has started KL - London flights! LONDON HERE WE COME!!! :D

Yes, that’s the name of the singing group I’m in. Me and a bunch of friends started singing a couple of years back. Members have gone and come… gosh don’t get me started I WANT TO CRY…sobs.

Here are some pictures of practices we have. We believe in having food and fun during practice time. You know how vocalists emphasize the activeness of bridge between our eyes during singing and vocalization/warm-ups. We, instead of looking silly with crazy eyes while singing, opt for another type of stimulant… DONE prior to practice. DUMPLINGS!!!!

It really amuses me when I realize a particular scene in a movie is reused. It definitely amuses me even more when a particular scene is repeated twice in ten minutes. My apologies for being too observant.

I just watched X-Files: I Want to Believe. The movie brought back memories if me and my family watching the series back in the 90s. I was particularly fond of that hideous grey creature from the sewers who had this leech-like mouth. Back to the movie I watched. Towards the end of the movie, while Scully and Skinner were driving, thinking where Mulder could be, there was a scene… which was re-used! It was right before Scully asked Skinner to reverse the car. This repeated scene was with Scully looking out of the window. Then there’s a conversation with Skinner. Then we find the same scene again with Scully looking out of the window. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I remember things particularly well… even though I just saw it once. Gosh… I have nothing else better to do… that’s why I remember :P

It was rather obvious too, that in this movie, there was a lot of snow. (Duh… it was set in winter). I remember from the first movie too that the climactic ending was set in Antarctica. There must be something going on between Chris Carter and snow. Probably they thought snow would better scare the audience if the plot-line wasn’t chilly enough.

Let’s get down to business. POS MALAYSIA – SUCKS. I really am amazed at the number of scoundrels hired at this place. Probably the management simply took those beggars who were all able-bodied (these beggars loiter in front of the post-office, and they obviously were capable of being productive NONE OF THEM WERE HANDICAPPED), to work at their office.

A month ago my brother in the USA sent me and my younger brother a parcel. Since working as an International Students Relations at a private university, I have come to know that international mail – NORMAL MAIL… NOT REGISTERED MAIL… takes only about two weeks to reach its destination. Moving on, the parcel addressed to me reached me in exactly two weeks. However, the parcel for my younger brother is lost. DID SOMEONE POCKET THE PARCEL? I DON’T KNOW, BUT I’M VERY INCLINDED TO BELIEVE SO!

It’s been a month now and my younger brother has not seen anything. Just thinking of it makes me nauseas. First of all, I live in a village for goodness sake. MY MAIL GOES THROUGH HANDS OF VILLAGERS… and my PARCEL GETS THROUGH. NOTHING IS LOST. EVERYTHING IS INTACT. What about my younger brother’s? Our post box is in the city. IN THE FREAKIN CITY. I thought City people, developed city people, civilized civil people should be able to handle more ‘EXPENSIVE’ items.

This just shows that though you may seem more advanced than some people, you are still a bag of scum when you can’t even keep your hands tied down to your own pockets when handling THINGS THAT BELONG TO OTHERS.

This is just an angry reflection, induced by the loss of a parcel sent via ordinary mail. I WILL WRITE AN EPIC AND make sure it appears in anyone who googles up ‘POS MALAYSIA SUCKS.’

Well I’m glad I feel a little better. I’ve been waiting for the sign and it came today. Please don’t misunderstand me, I’m not talking about some supernatural hocus pocus that descended from the heavens above.

Things will eventually fall into place – THIS I’m praying for. I have found myself talking to God unrestricted. I talk to Him the first thing in the morning. Before turning on the laptop and lifting weights, even before thinking of what to wear to the office. I’m just happy that some things happened, even though at times I dread they did. Things happen for a reason. KARMA. That’s some Asian grandma’s tale some would say. But it does exist.

I met an old friend today. He was with Joshua Chee. Josh was chatting with me on MSN and this friend of mine happened to be nearby. It’s always nice to meet old friends. Didn’t meet too many though at the Alumni Homecoming.

I was going through the SASS-ians on Facebook page and saw some really old pictures. I did find a couple of pictures of my mom and her friends in her high school days. Man that was so long ago, more than 30 years ago. I wonder how I’ll look like when I’m 52? – 30 years from now. I think I look old at this age when I don’t shave for two weeks.

I don’t think I look old…

This is me enjoying carrot cheese cake which Amy bought for me from Secret Recipe. No pictures of the cake because I’ve downed it by the time this picture was taken. FYI: I WASN’T TRYING TO LOOK CUTE BY POUTING.

I spent most of the time in the office shredding paper. Can’t wait to get back to that tomorrow. Sometimes I prefer doing that than staring all-day-long at the computer screen.

The New College Choir

Deanna’s Hot Shoes

Aaron Bingku’s Piano Debut

Class of 2008. Not even a handful came :(

This has been going on, and is still an ongoing appointment, for the past four years. Every Saturday morning, the whole Loo family will be online. Only recently did all of us manage to get our own webcams. So now we can not only chat/type, but also look at each other and actually talk!!!

Out of wanting to be up-to-date, I installed Windows Messenger Beta. Unfortunately, I won’t run. So much for being the LATEST messaging tool. In spite of that, I discovered WINDOWS LIVE WRITER BETA! This tool allows me to instantly post up blog posts, without having to log into blogger anymore! Well, I will still log into blogger once in a while. I really didn’t want to get tool installed, but it seems when you’ve installed Windows Live, there’s no turning back. I can’t get it uninstalled. Well, better make use of it!

My Media Friends. It’s good to have friends in HIGH PLACES.

Daron, Wichan, and Bang

Seiha

Cheng Soing

Teerapong

The Boss and I

This is where and who I hang out with most of the time… when the Service isn’t so interesting. hehehehe :P

hello hello! I haven't been blogging. I am having a headache and I don't even know what I'm going to blog about. Nothing spectacular has happened thus far. I'm always hoping something big will descend upon my boring and monotonous life.

These are the scenarios I would like too see myself in:1. Getting fired - not that I want to get fired, but I would like to know how it feels like2. Getting a raise tomorrow2.1 buying a super grand piano2.2 travel the world3. Elope3.1 run away and be a volunteer in some remote jungle4. Win a Noble Prize/Grammy/Emmy/Oscar5. FROLICKING ON BEACHES IN BORNEO!!!!